Kansas Corncob(s) – Part 3 (Patreon)

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Dil pushed the bedroom door open and pulled me inside, the noise of the party dulling to a distant thump behind us. The room was huge, floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the glowing pool and the dark ocean beyond. Moonlight cut across the king bed and the sleek furniture. He kicked the door shut with his heel and turned to me with that arrogant grin still plastered on his face.

“Finally got you alone,” he said, stepping closer until his chest bumped mine. “You been strutting around all night like you own the place.”

I tilted my head up at him, letting my hands rest on his waist. “Someone has to keep things interesting when you’re busy acting like a walking wallet.”

He laughed low, the sound rough, and leaned in. Our mouths met hard, tongues sliding together immediately. His hands roamed down my back and grabbed my ass, squeezing through the thin fabric of my shorts. I pressed closer, feeling the heat of his body against mine, the way his gold chains clicked softly between us.

We stumbled backward toward the bed while we kissed, lips wet and messy, breaths already coming faster. My fingers worked the buttons of his polo open one by one, pushing the fabric off his shoulders until it dropped to the floor. He yanked my cropped tank up and over my head, then hooked his thumbs in my shorts and shoved them down my thighs along with my underwear. I kicked them aside and did the same to his shorts, freeing his cock, already starting to harden in the cool air of the room.

Dil’s hands moved over my skin, rough and eager, rubbing against my own growing hardness. I reached between us and wrapped my fingers around his shaft, stroking slow and firm while we kept kissing. He groaned into my mouth, hips pushing forward into my grip.

I broke the kiss just long enough to grab the small baggie from my LV duffel. I tapped a line of coke onto the dip of his collarbone, leaned down, and snorted it straight off his warm skin. The burn hit quick and sharp, mixing with the buzz still lingering from earlier. Dil’s breathing picked up as I licked the leftover powder off his collarbone, tongue dragging over the bone.

His cock was rock hard now in my hand, the head slick and leaking steadily. He pulled back a little, eyes dark, and teased in that cocky voice. “Say you want it. Tell me how much you want my d.”

I looked up at him, still stroking him slow. “Quit the games. It’s just us now. Remember when you called me last weekend, crying because you could not get hard with that snotty chick?”

Dil’s face twitched, but he tried to play it off. “That was just a joke.”

“As if,” I shot back, dropping to my knees in front of him.

I took his prick into my mouth right away, lips wrapping tight around the thick head, tongue swirling over the leaking slit to taste the salty precum. Dil’s hips jerked and he let out a loud groan, one hand coming down to grip my hair.

I sucked him deeper, bobbing my head in steady motions, cheeks hollowing while I worked the slit with my tongue. His thickness filled my mouth nicely, leaking more with every pass. He was clearly loving it, thighs tensing, breath coming in heavy pants.

I slid one hand between his legs and pressed a finger against his tight hole, rubbing in slow circles. Dil’s whole body shuddered hard. When I pushed the tip of my finger inside, he went nuts, hips bucking forward into my mouth while he moaned louder.

“Fuck… Jett… shit, that feels good,” he gasped.

I pulled off his cock for a second, spit dripping from my lips, and looked up at him. “You like that?”

He nodded fast, voice breaking. “Yeah… fuck, please. Lick my ass. I need it.”

I turned him around, pushed his chest against the window so his hands braced on the glass. His ass was right in front of my face, pale and firm. I spread his cheeks and went to town, tongue dragging flat and wet over his hole in long strokes before circling the tight ring and pushing inside.

At the same time I slid two fingers into his mouth for him to suck on, then replaced them with my fingers at his ass, pushing in deep and crooking them to hit that spot inside, as I massaged his nutsack. Dil turned into pudding fast, legs shaking, moans spilling out nonstop as I licked and fingered him open, tongue fucking in and out while my fingers worked him steady.

After a few minutes I stood up, turned him back around, and pushed him down onto his knees. My own tool was harder and noticeably larger than his, throbbing angrily. I slapped it against his cheeks a few times, the wet sound loud in the quiet room. Then I tapped some coke along the top of my shaft, right near the head.

“Suck it off,” I told him.

Dil leaned in without hesitation, lips wrapping around my cock, sucking the powder off while his tongue worked the length. He took me deeper, gagging a little but clearly into it, eyes watering as he bobbed.

“Please,” he mumbled around my cock after a minute, pulling off just enough to speak. “Fuck me. I need you inside me.”

I grabbed the lube and poppers from my LV duffel. We moved to the window first, his hands braced on the glass again while I lubed up my hardness up and pressed the poppers under his nose. He took a deep hit, then I pushed inside him in one smooth thrust. His ass was tight and hot around my cock.

We fucked hard against the windows, my hips snapping forward, skin slapping loud while the party lights flickered below. No one seemed to notice or care, so we moved out onto the balcony, the night air cool on our skin. I bent him over the railing and kept pounding into him, deep and fast, one hand reaching around to stroke his leaking cock. The people below completely oblivious, too high or drunk.

Dil came first on the balcony, shooting thick ropes over the railing while his ass clenched tight around me. I kept fucking him through it, then pulled out and led him back to the bed.

“Ride me,” I said, lying back on the sheets.

He climbed on top, slicked himself with more lube, and sank down onto my cock. I held his hips while he started moving, bouncing hard and fast, his own dick slapping against his stomach with every drop.

The bed creaked under us as we fucked like crazy, his moans filling the room. I finally shoot my wad deep inside him, hips bucking up as I filled his ass. Then I flipped him onto his back and took his cock into my mouth, sucking him steady until he came a lot second time, shooting rich boy cum across my tongue while his body shook.

Afterward we collapsed together on the bed, sweaty and breathing hard. I pulled him against my chest and we cuddled for a while, his head on my shoulder, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. We shared a xannie from my bag, letting the calm wash over us as we drifted toward sleep.

Lying there with his warm weight against me, I thought how easy it had been to turn the tables and make that moron melt. I had already tamed Dil in bed. Maybe I could tame him as a boyfriend too.

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I woke up alone in the big bed, sunlight slicing through the floor-to-ceiling windows. My head pounded and my mouth tasted like old champagne and regret. The sheets smelled like sweat and sex. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes, smudged eyeliner probably everywhere. Dil was gone. The room was quiet except for the distant sounds coming from downstairs.

Raised voices. Heavy footsteps. A woman shouting. Police radios crackling.

I pulled on my tiny shorts and cropped tank fast, not bothering with anything else, and padded barefoot into the hallway. The noise grew louder as I reached the top of the grand staircase.

Down in the foyer, chaos waited. Two cops in uniform stood talking to an older couple, Dil’s parents. The dad looked furious, red-faced in a silk robe. The mom clutched her arms tight across her chest, eyes wide with disgust. A few leftover party kids were being herded out the front door, still half-dressed and stumbling.

Dil stood near the bottom of the stairs in nothing but basketball shorts, hair messy, looking small for once.

I started walking down. Every step on the cold marble echoed.

The moment they noticed me, everything stopped. Dil’s mom’s mouth fell open. His dad’s face turned even redder.

“Who the hell is that?” the dad demanded.

Dil glanced up at me, then quickly looked away. His voice came out shaky. “I… I barely know him. His name’s Jett or something. He showed up last night and just… took over. He was passing out drugs to everyone. Coke, pills, whatever. I tried to tell him to stop but he wouldn’t listen. Then he went upstairs and passed out in my bed. I didn’t know what to do.”

My stomach dropped. I stopped on the third step from the bottom and stared at him.

Dil kept going, voice getting faster. “He’s like… this gangster or whatever from the city. Me and my friends were scared. We didn’t dare say no. We just tried to humor him so he wouldn’t flip out and kill us or something.”

One of the cops turned to Dil, brow furrowed. “If you were scared, why didn’t you call the police?”

Dil’s father jumped in before his son could answer. “They were probably terrified! Who knows what this person could do. Look at him, he looks like a delinquent.”

Dil nodded quickly, eyes on the floor. “Yeah. Exactly. We were terrified.”

The second cop looked me up and down, tiny shorts, smudged eyeliner, chipped black nails, bare feet. He sighed and stepped forward. “Alright, kid. You’re coming with us. We’re taking you into custody until we sort this out.”

I stood there frozen for a second, the weight of Dil’s words sinking in. That fucker had thrown me under the bus completely. My hands curled into fists at my sides, but I kept my mouth shut. There was no point arguing right now.

The first cop took my arm, not rough but firm. “Let’s go. You can explain your side down at the station.”

They led me toward the front door, past Dil and his parents. Dil didn’t even look at me. His mom muttered something about “that kind of boy” under her breath. The morning sun felt too bright outside as they guided me toward the patrol car.

This was it. The end of the line. My parents were going to hear about this, and there was no sweet-talking my way out this time.